"Mate, mate, mate, mate"
That one singular word was all that was stuck in Harry's head. It bounced from side to side and stung like a billywig sting would.
mate.
Harry wasn't sure what that means for him. He never listened in class, never listened to harmonies study date nights.
Without the taller blond there to distract him -with pretty words that should've burnt like the mark engraved on his forehead yet only warmed his heart like he imagined a mother's hug would - the realisation of what that one word held drawn on him faster than he ever could imagine.
the air was thinning and his steps were faltering, the feeling of standing was too far in his mind, it all seemed less important now because how could madam pomfrey say it like it held no weight, like it was nothing more and nothing less than just a spec of dust that sits on the highest shelf away from all things pure and right?
He felt stupid, so unbelievably stupid.
How would the world react if they found out the chosen one -the one they all depended on- could not seem to handle the heat and sorrow of a play ground situation?
How would his friends act if they found out? The stinging feeling he felt as tears escaped was far less than important then it should have been, because now with that thought lingering in his previously dolly white skin filled mind he felt far more helpless than he ever did before
He couldn't help but to silently wish that the blond was here to comfort his velvet stained choked out sobs he released as his posture withered and crumbled like the first birthday cake he got as a child -with a touch of a still white finger (despite all the horrid things that surround) would break and crumble to fast to notice but too messy to miss-
And as Harry sat in the ivory decked and stone lined hall with tears threatening to fall like the rains of heaven he couldn't help but to think that this was all oddly metaphorically beautiful, much like the pretty blond boy that started it all.
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Honestly I don't really have any inspiration atm but I think I like the direction this is going?
This is back to being updated weekly! Chapters will be longer also <3
This story is NOT beta read so please do excuse the mistakes if there is any, I will be coming back to this chapter when it's not nearly 1am in the morning and fix the mistakes/the flow of the chapter (if I think it's choppy in the morning) not drastically of course but yknow
(Side not please do NOT comment on the spelling, I have slight dyslexia and I'm trying my hardest and it just,,, doesn't feel good to always be corrected. But like I said, I'll get around to fixing all the mistakes eventually)
ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 AND IF YOU FIGURE OUT ANY OF THE "hints"/meaning to the metaphors I LEFT COMMENT THEM!!
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